view from my office
2008/08/16
2008/08/14
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Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in
the air. You name them-- work, family, health, friends and spirit, and
you are keeping all these balls in the air.
You understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will
bounce back. But the other balls are made of glass. If you drop one of
these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged or even
shattered. They will never be the same.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
abstracted from WENXUECITY
2008/08/06
2008/08/04
Monday morning poem...who am I?
(NPS Photo by Barry Nielsen)
it is said, since i was born, I have been a Blue Fleabane,
prompt to act, or to give away;
it is heard, since i cried the first time, I have been in a Jazzy dream，
dare to swing, or to weep while asleep;
it is felt, since i ever touched the air, I have been water in a body form...
run down like the waterfall, and rest still in the bottomless lake...
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